"I think I can handle that!" Prompto said with eager confidence, swooping in to steal one more kiss from Liz and boop Noctra on the nose before he headed over to the cabinets and drawers to grab what they'd need, and it was funny, such a simple thing like grabbing plates, something he'd done plenty of times before, suddenly filling him with a spreading warmth through his chest, and he grinned over his shoulder at Liz and her careful pouring and Noctra's attentive watching with an almost overwhelming contentment.

"Thanks for doing this, babe," he said. Because, yeah, it was a pretty simple thing, just breakfast on a Sunday, not like some big elaborate thing that Iggy and Liliana would do, or even some big active go-get-'er thing that Gladio and Nell would, but just something simple and nice, their happy little domestic microcosm, their small but growing family.

Pretty much perfect, really.